Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 682: Chapter 535: "Bad"_2

"Besides being very cold, are there any other characteristics?" Yang Xiao was trying hard to narrow down the search scope.

"I... I don’t know; I can’t feel anything for now." freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Since that was the case, Yang Xiao didn’t press further but comforted the rag doll and told it to continue trying to sense what was happening with its body and to message him immediately if there was any change or new discovery.

Through communication with the rag doll, Yang Xiao gathered some key information: he was currently in a hospital. There were three ghosts present, codenamed Frog, Hai Hai, and Hu, and they seemingly played the role of doctors or some kind of administrators in this hospital.

Moreover, many rag dolls were imprisoned here, and the situation of the other contestants seemed similar to Yang Xiao’s. Each was tasked with helping the rag doll in their respective ward find its body.

Recalling the terror of "Frog," Yang Xiao urgently needed to know the characteristics of the other two ghosts, Hai Hai and Hu. "What are Hai Hai and Hu?"

Concerned about upsetting the rag doll, Yang Xiao subtly omitted the word "ghost" and used "thing" instead.

"I can’t remember; my head is so mixed up. Don’t leave me; I might... I might remember soon." The rag doll seemed nervous, likely fearing Yang Xiao would abandon it.

After asking a few questions, Yang Xiao realized the rag doll’s memory was limited. It couldn’t even recall the route it had used to escape last time, nor could it provide a map of the hospital. Yang Xiao would have to figure these things out on his own, which was not advantageous for him.

However, the rag doll did provide one critical piece of information in a vague manner: the hospital was alive. Every once in a while, the structure of the hospital would change, with each room transforming. That was why no one had ever managed to escape. freewebnøvel.com

"But you don’t remember what your body looks like, even if I find it for you, how will we confirm that it’s indeed yours?" Yang Xiao asked, addressing the most pressing issue. Moreover, from his observation, the rag doll’s eyes couldn’t see.

However, the rag doll didn’t seem worried about this issue. Without hesitation, it firmly responded, "As long as you find it, you will definitely recognize it!"

"Are you sure?"

"Positive!"

At this point, Yang Xiao had no choice but to trust it. He first restored the bed to make it seem like the rag doll was still lying there, then quietly opened the wooden door. He proceeded to the thick iron door, listened quietly for half a minute to ensure there was no movement in the corridor, and then slowly, very slowly, pushed open the iron door, trying to make as little noise as possible.

The door opened; beyond it was the corridor. Yang Xiao looked left and right and saw no one. The corridor was deep and long, illuminated by white fluorescent tubes hanging in pairs from the ceiling, suspended in a rather crude manner, extending towards both ends of the corridor. The walls on both sides were painted with deep green waterproof paint, much rougher compared to the decor in the rooms.

The surroundings were very quiet. After confirming it was safe, Yang Xiao quickly left the room and gently closed the iron door.

Turning around, he noticed a piece of paper stuck on the iron door. It read "Severe Care," the handwriting was shaky, worse than that of a child, and below were a series of numbers: 113769.

Yang Xiao had seen these numbers on the chest of the rag doll and on the backs of several hospital gowns; they probably represented the identity of the rag doll. In this hospital, they were prisoners with no names; these numbers were their entire identity.

Sticking close to the wall, Yang Xiao walked slowly, gaining a deeper understanding of the strange aspects of the hospital. The place was bizarre, with room distribution making no logical sense. A restroom, marked as an intensive care room, directly faced the restroom, which had no door, only a curtain. Inside, sewage flowed and the stench was overwhelming.

The different departments and rooms were jumbled. As Yang Xiao moved along the same floor, he saw nephrology, thoracic surgery, pediatrics, pharmacy, and other rooms belonging to diverse categories. Many doors were closed with no signage.

To Yang Xiao, this was a large-scale but chaotically governed comprehensive hospital haunted by ghosts.

At a corner, Yang Xiao found the number corresponding to the floor level; he was on the third floor. The building was L-shaped. At the ends of the corridor were stairwells. Besides the staircase, two old elevators were installed at the L-shaped corner. As he passed, Yang Xiao saw the lights inside were still on, indicating they were still functional.

Before Yang Xiao could examine them closely, suddenly, the elevator on the left buzzed. The noise wasn’t loud, but in that moment, it made Yang Xiao’s hair stand on end. The next second, the number on the elevator’s display suddenly changed from -1 to 1.

Something was coming up from the basement!

Almost immediately, Yang Xiao turned and walked back to the other side of the corridor he had just passed. He dared not run, fearing his footsteps would attract something. He reached a door near the corner; it was a small room with the door slightly ajar. He had checked it before and it was safe. He gently pushed the door open, quickly slipped inside, and then slightly closed the door again. Peering through the gap, he had a clear view of the elevator.